Eye To Eye
Eye to eye with
innocence,
I kneel before the
fawn
That cannot feel the
breath
I hold in reverence
For her soul.
Nevertheless, I
yearned
To see each molecule
Of wilderness
Slain between us.
Her stillness I have
learned
Is a monument of
grace.
The turning of her
head
To mine, a
wonderment,
A painting,
Framed by barren
branches,
Fingers wrapped in
snow
Spelling hunger
For this moment.
Now caught in this
thin place
By gentleness, I’m
taught
To wait until our
eyes
Unlock, since we are
strangers.
I belong
To another race,
much wilder:
We spit out death by
fire.
Yet she bruised
My brutish soul.
Copyright © Mary Patricia Anthony | Year Posted 2014
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